Pandora's Box Re-OpenedA Poem by DreamWeaver 2154A poem of loss, of familiarity, and of distance.Small black box on my shelf holds more than I could have thought A missing piece, a shard of my former self locked away forever, without a thought A red rose in my hand, memories of the past bloomed and brilliant, full of passion and life The symbol of someone too good to last the pain of his presence, cutting like a knife against my will I keep these things, always holding on to a love, a life that doesn’t exist, fading with time His body, his words, treasures to me long gone and only a ghostly presence remains behind Though he’s here, he’s not the same, his mind greying he forgot the colours of our past, love, passion, and trust because of an uncontrollable disease, time, slowly preying on his heart, his mind, his body, all lined with age’s rust so that he doesn’t remember, understand, comprehend the life we lived, the love I lost, all he knows is his fears Trying to reach out to him, hold onto him, my arms extend but through it all, he only knows my sadness by my tears i miss who he was, I hate who he is, broken and alone I need the man I knew, the man I loved, the one time stole the heart that was flaming with passion now cold as stone and in his absence, mine imploded, leaving a gaping hole © 2012 DreamWeaver 2154Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 6, 2012 Last Updated on May 6, 2012 Tags: Pandora's Box, Love, Loss, Time AuthorDreamWeaver 2154Inman, SCAboutHi Everyone, I'm starting to realize that my passion, while hidden for so long, lies in the written word, as opposed to the voice, art, or anything else. I didn't think i wanted to become a writer,.. more..Writing
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